Trap Of Fame - Yo Gotti

We ridin Lambs like they Ubers

We got rates for the shooters

Roley watches like they G-Shock's

This money here come from the crackspots

Cause I’ma blow a bag, I’ma blow a bag

Ima get it back, so I can blow a bag

Ima get it back, yeah Ima get it back

Ima blow a bag, cause Ima get it back

I just went to Neiman’s, and I just blew a bag

Copped that new Givenchy, and I didn’t see the tags

Thirty two fifty, half a quarter for a shirt

And we call it that sauce, work

Pull up in a, leave the valet

And when I hit the gas;

skirrt

Take of a like a rocket, if you the plug then I’m the socket

Niggas hate but they can’t stop it, I just blew another bag

Dealership with 'nother tags, swapped it up another swag

Bought my bitch another bag, another bitch I know she mad

I just blew another check, I just bought another Tec

I been waitin on pussy niggas, Ima die for this respect

Half a brick for a section, Im in club Liv flexin

I can’t wait till that confetti drop, when they play me and that Fetty Wap

I just got a trap queen, plus I got a trap phone

I got minutes on the prepaid, so don’t hit me on the iPhone

Pop a pill pop a pill I’m in my zone, I might wake up in a whole nother timezone

I don’t remember shit from yesterday, fuck it, thinkin bout tomorrow anyway